She always walks this street like she owns it
Strolling in small steps with her light feet
In here, stars are dimmed by city lights
Such beauty cannot escape these sights
And she always walks this street by day
Long golden hair reflects the sun’s ray
In a white dress, she stepped outside
With it, a flawless pearl skin cannot hide
People noticed her and she noticed people
A woman saw witch and a man saw an apple
No it didn’t matter to her, for she delights
When a child calls her an angel of the light
It is known that such beauty is false
For however white or innocent she was,
It is never really her color or persona
Apples, roses, wines and red lipsticks
These are her favorite among other things
For red is the color of beauty and passion
As well as hot fury and violent actions
If only they knew she liked her hair short,
So no strong arms would dare to pull it
Her full dress in all crimson color instead
So the darkness can spare her maidenhead
And she walked this street last night alone,
Blood stain dyed the white fabric she wore
With dripping footsteps, she walked in grim
And one wonders, was it hers or from them?